Lonely Bride

SARAH’S POV

So, one thing is clear: she has declared war against me because of Sean.

I can see she wants Sean, but what does Sean want?

I think I need to find out as soon as possible.

“Mama Master sent this phone saying someone wants to talk to you.” A maid came and gave me a phone.

I looked at the phone, and it wasn’t mine. That means it’s Sean’s phone.

“Hello,” I said.

“What the hell, Sarah? Where the fuck are you?” Nathan shouted at the top of his voice, and I flinched at the tone of his voice.

“Gosh, you will make me deaf, dude,” I said while taking the phone back to my ear.

“Where is your phone?” and that reminded me how many times I called him, and he even didn’t know about my old phone.

“First, Sean took my old phone and gave me a new one. The day before, I called you a hundred times, but well, I guess you are too busy to answer my call.” I mocked

“It was yours?” He asked, surprisingly.

“Yes, who else will call you this many times? What if I was dying?” I seethed.

“I am sorry.” He sounded guilty.

“I couldn’t call back, as it was a private number. I told my people to find out who this number belongs to, but I guess someone has kept the identity confidential, but my people are still working on it.” He replied.

“No need; it belongs to Sean, and now it’s my new number,” I said.

“Tell Sean to send me that number.” He said it, and I hmm’d in response.

“So, why did you call me? All, okay?” He asked when he finally got his senses back.

I give it a thought for a moment about what to tell him, as the damage is already done and telling him anything won’t help anyway.

“Nothing; I just wanted to talk to you. Nathan, I guess there is something we still don’t know. Sean is hiding something, I guess.” I finally spoke my heart out.

“What is he hiding now? You have already transferred your property into his name and given him a divorce. What else does he want from you more?” He spoke annoyingly.

“We are not divorced,” I declare.

“What?” He asked shockingly.

“Hmm,” I said while walking a little farther from Bella.

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“That’s what you have to find out, because I don’t know why.”

I felt silence on the other side sometimes, so I said, “Are you there, Nathan?”

“Yeah, don’t worry. I will find out as soon as possible.” He spoke.

“Ahem, Nathan, what did Sam say when you met her? And why did you drag her outside?

‘I asked when I remembered him taking Sam outside forcefully.

“It’s between me and her. You don’t get into that.” He replied sternly.

“I hope you have not done something you shouldn’t.” I cleared my doubts.

“I am the one you should be worried about, not the other way around.” Again, he spoke annoyingly, and I wonder why he is getting pissed so much.

“I am worried about you only,” I said.

“I will find the details and get back to you. Meanwhile, take care, and one more thing: send me your number.

I don’t want to call that asshole your not yet ex-husband.” He said this, dismissing me for a future talk.

“I will.” Saying, I cut the phone. .

I walk inside the house to give Sean his phone, as I already know he is in the study, so without wasting my time, I walk towards the study, and before I reach it, I see Camila coming out of his study and smiling like an idiot.

“Ahaa, do you need something?” She stood in front of me.

“Not from you. Now step aside.” I said, ignoring her and looking into her eyes while giving her my best glare as a warning not to mess with me.

I know what she is trying to do, but I would never let her win the war she has started.

She instantly started cleaning her lips, which looked okay to me, and then she corrected her hair, but I noticed what she wanted me to see. A pinkish, fresh spot on her neck gives me a clear idea of what it is.

I don’t know why, but something broke inside me looking at her hickey. I patted my lashes a few times to control my tears because I don’t want to give her the satisfaction that this is affecting me in any manner.

“I don’t like to repeat myself,” I said with a challenging look.

“What if I don’t?” She challenged me back while playing with her hair.

“If you don’t know, then let me tell you. The ground you are standing on belongs to me.

My husband transferred this mansion into my name long ago. And it is solely my decision who will stay in my house and who will not.

So, if you dislike whoring around with my husband and if he is not satisfying you enough, then I won’t mind chucking you out of this house.

Because once you go, someone else will come. You know what I mean?” I spoke, faking my concern, but I know I hit where it hurt the most.

I can see how badly she wants Sean, and I can see she is desperate. And being a businesswoman, I know very well how to use the weak points of my opponents.

My calculative gaze was noticing each emotion on her face-the shock and hurt. I wanted to laugh so hard. It was so much fun to see her place.

But amongst all that, I wanted to show who the boss was here.

“Move,” I said, and in no time, she stepped aside, and I walked towards the door with high pride, but from inside, I was broken to the core.

I just wanted to go in my room and cry, but I know right now it will show my weakness, and I don’t want to show that to anyone.

I walk in without knocking because right now all my manners have flown out of the window and I am burning high. I want to burn the entire world.

“I want everything. I…” He looked back when I opened the door with a thud.

“Talk to you soon.” As he turned towards me and I looked at his face, I just wanted to punch him so hard and break his nose, but again, I don’t want to give pleasure. I am hurt.

“Your phone.” I put his phone on the table and noticed one more. He was already holding it.

Wow, this is the new trend of keeping more than one phone.

I turn around, leaving his phone on the table, and walk out before he says or does anything.

I shut my door, laid my back on the door, and let my tears fall.

I knew whatever he was doing was all fake, even so. It’s hurting.

I did whatever my heart said. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted to touch him, and I knew this was all so temporary, but still, it hurt.

I knew he was Casanova, but still, it hurt.

Gosh, it hurts, and it hurts so bad.

I sat on the floor, clutching my knee to my chest, and hid my face in it.

When everyone gets love in their life, then why can’t I? Why does no one want to love me?

‘Am I regretting the time I have spent in the last two days?’ I asked myself this.

No, I am not regretting anything. I would be lying if I said it wasn’t one of the most beautiful times of my life. The past two days were wonderful, and I want to cherish them.

And I might not be back ahead if I get more chances like this.

But why is my gut saying I have done something wrong?

My inner turmoil had wreaked havoc on me.

However, can I ignore the fact that whatever he is, when he is with me, he gives me full attention, and at the end of the day, he is my husband, so first I have not sinned, and neither am I going to do so in the future?

But again, somewhere at the bottom of my heart, something is still in pain. I gave a good explanation to my heart, but somewhere deep down, it’s still painful.

I looked up and let my eyes stick to the window ahead of me, and I could see the blue sky shining.

How long will I cry for the same thing? How long will I pity myself?

I think I should stop expecting something I don’t have in my destiny. Moreover, I have Bella, who loves me to the core, so I don’t need anyone’s love apart from her.

I should start thinking practically and start living in the moment, expecting nothing in return.

‘Yes, this is what I should do.’ I thought, cleaned my tears from the back of my hand, and got up from my place.

But one thing I need to find out first is why he hasn’t given me a divorce.

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